MARCUS. Us? Nobody can cheat us!
DAVID. Don't be too certain. Niegels Bröms, the goldsmith, says that interlopers from Holland are going through the country selling church vessels full of coggery, probably meant to be exchanged for the genuine goods.
MARCUS. We'll have to get it back on the bells, which contain a lot of silver, according to old traditions.
DAVID. The bells—yes, they were to go to Luebeck, but instead they are going to the royal gun-foundry to be cast into culverins and bombards.
MARCUS. So it is said. If only the Dalecarlians knew of it, they would come galloping across the border forests, I suppose.
DAVID. I think their galloping came to an end with the recent fall slaughter.
MARCUS. No, there will be no end to it while the two blackest rogues are still at leisure....
DAVID. You mean Mons Nilsson of Aspeboda and Anders Persson of Rankhyttan, who are still hanging about the town, hoping to get an audience with the King?
MARCUS. Those are the ones.
DAVID. Calling them rogues is rather an exaggeration, and our Principal seems to put great store on them.